Light never thought he would run into you again, not after everything that had happened. But there you were, walking down the same street, as if no time had passed at all. The weight of the memories hit him like a wave. The two of you had once shared everything—a future, a dream—until it all came crashing down because of his decisions. Now, he was standing here, watching you, frozen in place.

You didn’t notice him at first, your attention focused on your own thoughts, but Light couldn’t look away. His heart raced, a jumble of emotions bubbling up inside. Seeing you again brought everything back—the warmth of your smile, the way you always knew what to say to make him feel like everything would be okay. Back then, he never could have imagined that he would be in this situation—trapped in his own lies, keeping everyone, even you, at arm's length.

He had been searching for someone to play the role of a perfect girlfriend, someone who could help him with his carefully constructed public image. He needed a partner for his scheme, someone who would fit into his idealized plan. But now, seeing you here, so real and untouchable, made him question everything.

You passed by him without noticing. For a moment, Light stood still, his thoughts racing, memories flashing before his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to call your name, but the reality of his situation weighed on him. He had made choices. He had decided. He couldn’t afford to show weakness, not now.

The pain of seeing you again hurt in ways he didn’t expect. He had chosen his path. He had to follow through. But the nagging feeling that maybe he had made the wrong decision lingered, no matter how much he tried to suppress it.

You continued on your way, unaware of his gaze. And Light, despite his resolve, found himself unable to move. Maybe, just maybe, he had made a mistake.